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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

SUPERPOWER CAMERA OF LOVE

I'm slowly learning how to use YouTube. Including for self-aggrandizement. Click play below for Exhibit "A" in this regard.

Meanwhile, I just noticed that YouTube is currently delivering me a big kick in the ego sack. On the page attached to my YouTube profile, there are three or four boxes detailing my profile's accomplishments. It says, for example, that I have posted two videos on YouTube, and that I have nothing in my video log, and that I have no "favorites." And then it just gets nasty.

It says that I have no subscribers.

And worse: it says I have no friends. The truth hurts.

Anyway, I hope you derive a modicum of enjoyment from this poor quality video featuring a middling quality aspiring singer-songwriter (me) strumming through what I think is a high quality original number about a metaphorical Love Connection.

Because the recording sucks so bad, I cut and pasted the lyrics below.




INTRODUCTION:
She’s an extra enhanced, digital, superpower camera of love.
With her x-ray vision and her telephoto lens, guess what she can take a picture of.
Cause she’s an extra enhanced, infinity millimeter, satellite camera of love.
And from the look in her eyes, man, I know, when she’s focused she can see my soul.

FIRST VERSE:
She’s Apollo 12, and I’m a rock on the moon.
She’s the Audubon Society, and I’m a stamp of a loon.
The way she shakes her head at me, when I’m f*cking around.
15 men on a dead man’s chest – I’m a pirate ship that’s run aground.

CHORUS:
She’s an extra enhanced, digital, superpower camera of love.
With her x-ray vision and her telephoto lens, guess what she can take a picture of.
Cause she’s an extra enhanced, infinity millimeter, satellite camera of love.
From the look in her eyes, man, I know, when she’s focused she can see my soul.

SECOND VERSE:
She’s the Nobel Prize, and I’m a petri dish.
She is Santa Claus, and I’m hoping that I get my wish.
But when she’s sitting tragically, my heart weighs a metric ton.
Until she turns into the eight ball, and I’m the corner pocket...
when she comes to me, I know I’ve won.

FINAL CHORUS:
She’s an extra enhanced, digital, superpower camera of love.
With her x-ray vision and her telephoto lens, guess what she can take a picture of.
Yea she’s an extra enhanced, infinity millimeter, satellite camera of love.
And from the look in her eyes, man, I know, when she’s focused she can see my soul.

CODA:
She’s a supersonic jet, and I’m the speed of sound.
And from the look in her eyes, man, I know, when she’s focused she can see my soul.

5 Comments:

Blogger Velvet Fog said...

And you want to be my latex salesman.

2:09 PM, October 23, 2007  
Blogger garrett said...

I'm pretty sure with these dope sounds we could move some product.

That's all I'm saying.

2:13 PM, October 23, 2007  
Blogger Velvet Fog said...

I particularly enjoy the 'venue' you've chosen for this little performance.
Next thing you know you'll be wearing a bra on your head.

2:52 PM, October 23, 2007  
Blogger Carmin said...

I subscribed just to make you feel better.

8:20 PM, October 23, 2007  
Blogger garrett said...

You are the best, Carmin. Of course that doesn't solve my "no friends" problem ...

8:33 PM, October 23, 2007  

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